Be My Friend

Hoping to find an old diary, or even a stash of forgotten money, they stumbled upon an old dusty book wrapped in rags. The cover was worn beyond being legible. So many pages were torn out from either over-use, over-loving or maybe even a tad fit of rage…

Turning the pages they came upon its title SPELLS AND POTIONS: Beware of the Power. With awe they exchanged a look that said it all. Lenny’s face suddenly lit up “Oh yeah, my mom told me my grandmother had some kind of powers” and he started turning the pages with wonder.

“If your grandmother had powers, chances are you have them too” Misty giggled giving him her famous googly eyed look. “You’ve got maaaagical powwwwwers! You’re a wwwwitch like your nanaaaaa!” He shut the book on her fingers and slammed the book down. “Don’t you ever call me a witch again!”

And I’ve got no defense for itThe heat is too intense for itWhat good would common sense for it do

“You know I’m only joking. Sheesh, you never could take a joke, I can’t believe I’m dating such a sissy witch” Misty turned away and started walking towards the trap door: “Come on, let’s get out of this attic, it’s too creepy to even make out.” Lenny didn’t move, instead he picked up the book and started rummaging through the pages reading out various titles. “To win your love’s heart… Ever lasting happiness… Dazzling powers… Flower fresh scent… Convincing charm… – Misty this book is awesome you should come read some of this stuff!” She barely even looked back as she answered “You’re boooring me Lenny, I wanna watch some TV” and started climbing down the attic ladder.

He stopped reading and watched her as she left the room, noticing she dropped her scarf. Oh how he wished she was more than just a girl he was going steady with, if only she could be more like a best friend. It’s what he always hoped for. A girlfriend who wanted to do the same things he wanted. He picked up her scarf and smelled it.

With the book still in his hands, he sat down leaving his legs dangling in mid air over the ladder. He looked down at the book, and it suddenly started warming up. The heat surprised him, he dropped it on the floor. It fell open upon a page with an inviting spell “Turn an ordinary friend into a best friend”.

When you arouse the need in meMy heart says yes indeed in meProceed with what your leading me to

He read the spell out loud holding Misty’s scarf in his hand. Words he never even heard of. Words he struggled to pronounce. Yet he continued reading, rubbing the thin silky material between his fingers. If asked, he would have to shrug and honestly answer he had no clue what he was saying, but he read on.

He finished reading the spell, the scarf slipped out of his hand. He placed the book aside and climbed down the ladder. He shut the attic door and walked to the TV room hoping to find Misty waiting for him.

Its such an ancient pitchBut one I wouldn’t switchCause there’s no nicer witch than you

Misty wasn’t there. Instead all he heard was a slow growl and a whine. A black lab was lying on the couch, Misty’s sweater strapped around his neck.

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*Smirk* This is a Magpie Tale. Witchcraft lyrics by BARTHOLOMEW/KING.

A million smiles back. It’s funny because the instant I saw the image I knew where I wanted to go with it. Then I read yours and was amazed at how far we were in our vision. It wasn’t until the song randomly played on my iPod last night that I decided to throw the lyrics in, without even reading where I was sliding them in. After reading it over I thought it was very à propos… As far as the social commentary beyond simple stories well – I’m just a simple story teller… Wink.

Ahahaaha!!!! I love the twist – I KNEW there had to be one. The dog is ‘lying’ on the couch though. (lay/lie is a common mistake, by the way, so don’t feel bad.) Poor Misty. Poor Lenny. Or rather, now maybe Lenny can go get himself a girlfriend. Assuming nobody misses Misty…

hey now he has a best friend…smiles….haha…i like it much…def enjoyed the twist ma’am…and that is the gift of being a story teller…no one needs to understand beyond the story…unless they need to…smiles.

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